The farmers and the aqualady
by Joe Rathbun
A tale of the Central Mountains Republic, part 1


		THE FARMERS AND THE AQUA LADY

     NOTE:  THE FARMERS AND THE AQUA LADY assumes a basic
     knowledge of the Central Mountains Republic and the
     Mountain Race People. This is all introduced in a short-
     novel titled "Discovery Of Central Mountains Republic".
     It MIGHT be available on the bbs or other source you
     acquired THIS story from, but for sure, it is available
     on AMAZON (MUSCLE-WOMAN) BBS. Data call (407) 366-7697,
     8N1 using TTY or ANSI emulation. The board supports up
     to 14400 bps, so the 460,000 byte file will download in
     just a few minutes. The file-name is CMRASC.ZIP.

     For now, here is a brief introduction to Central
     Mountains Republic, its People and a brief glossary.
     Central Mountains Republic (CMR) exists 69,700,000 years
     future to us on THIS planet (Earth). It is populated by
     a race that has been there since "their" ancient times and is
     thought to be long-lost descendants of none other than
     United States, Canada and other North American people.
     A newer race that arrived 3000 years before our "join-
     time" (or their time) arrived via a strange way from ancient
     American Indian lands around Puget Sound of what we now know
     as the Seattle Washington area. These 3000-year-ago-
     newcomers are descendants of those American Indians.
     Mountain Race People have no petroleum, but derive all
     their energy from the sun, mostly from photo-voltaics.
     It does well for them but there is not a lot left over
     for luxuries. All their transportation is human-powered
     except for trains and a few electric trucks.
                            GLOSSARY
     T-2K RACE:     The original race, the ones descended from
                    modern-day United States and Canadian
                    citizens.
     BETA RACE:     The "newcomers", suddenly appearing 3000
                    years ago that are the descendants of
                    American Indians from the Puget Sound area
                    of Washington State that lived there
                    around 1000 B.C.
     PEDAL-CAR:     A pedaled (Human-Powered) vehicle. The
                    rider lies nearly reclining (recumbent).
                    The rider is fully enveloped by the body
                    of the vehicle so that the rider is INSIDE
                    of, rather than on top of, as on the more
                    familiar bicycle.

                       AND NOW WE BEGIN...

One look at that roiling, boiling, big black mass of clouds, and
Franky forgot how hot and miserable he was!

"Good Gosh a-mighty! Look at that! Boy, we're in for it now!"

Franky's big, strong and physically capable farm-mate, Veronica,
with her long, gently wavy hair of dark, reddish-brown glided up
to Franky, from behind him. She slipped her arms, with her rugged
farmer's hands feeling out every inch of the way, around his firm,
trim waist. Her two hands met each other over his hard tummy at
about his naval. Her hands clasped, and she could feel his bumpy
stomach muscles, hard and alive with power; power to thrust his
big, heavy organ of sexual pleasure in and out of her for hours!
Just thinking about it caused her vagina to moisten and ache with
lust!

In that manner she held him, her slightly taller, bare body
against his g-string-clad one, with her nipples atop her big
breasts caressing his back as she said, "Well, that's GOOD! At
last, relief from this accursed heat! Just think, behind that
squall-line is cool, refreshing air, a gift from the north-west!"
"Yeah, but look at them things!" Franky insisted, pointing at the
fast-approaching black clouds with a dark gray curtain below them.

The squall-line clouds changed shape and seemed to really be
rolling as they approached, ever closer. "Look at that rain-veil!
Man! It looks like a wall! I hope our crops can take it! I hope WE
can take it!" Franky continued.
"Our crops can take it! Don't worry! Apple trees and especially
berry bushes are tough! And the cows know where to hide. They gone
through these storms before in past years. And as for us... As for
us; I'll protect you and make you forget that mean ol' storm!"

Two inches taller than 7-foot-2 Franky, well built Veronica, naked
as usual, "wrapped" Franky in her strong arms and one of her big
legs, pressing her wet vagina against Franky's side. Thrusting her
pelvis to and fro just a little bit, she rubbed her hungry genital
up and down Franky's side, moistening it with her sexual
secretions. All ten of her fingers seemed intent on surveying
every inch of Franky's body!

With all that going on, indeed, Franky turned his attention away
from the approaching squall line to a hardening penis that wanted
inside Veronica's giving body! Clouds preceding the storm already
blocked the sun as Franky and Veronica felt each other over,
lusting, burning. Eighteen inches of penis ached and throbbed
terribly. It demanded of Franky to do something about it! While
still standing, Franky eased his massive genital into Veronica's
drooling vagina...
"OOOHHHH!" they BOTH groaned, as the exciting, yet soothing, warm
feeling seized control over their bodies.

Right there on the floor of their living/dining room of their
simple farm-home, they thrashed it out, mutually feasting on each
other sexually, after days of being pent up. Hot humid days and
even nights sapped their energy. It was still hot and humid, but
the very sight of the approaching squall and the promise of
blessed cooling air was all it took release their libidos. Both of
them sweated profusely, but that did not bother Veronica at all.
It did not bother Franky either once she led him deep enough into
her passion.

It had been another steamy, hot day of late August, in this north-
east Central Mountains Republic farm. Humidity, 80 percent, and
the temperature... a sizzling 82 degrees! ... 82? Sizzling? Well,
to a T-2K Mountain Race man or woman it is!

But they were at last going to get relief! As it always does about
this time of year, a cold front, almost always heralded by a
ferocious squall-line, approached fast. The air became ionized,
electric, saturated with those positive ions that Scientists say
livens someone up... perhaps that also is the reason Franky and
Veronica went at it so hard though the air remained breathlessly
still, heavy with humidity. As Veronica's vagina lips tightened up
on Franky's hard penis while they slid up - down, up - down, up -
 down the entire length of his penis's shank, both of them drew
closer and closer to explosive orgasm while the darkening skies
drew closer to explosive rain...

This farm, owned by Veronica and countless generations before her,
is typical of north-east farms with its setting in the mountains,
of course; one can not get away from mountains in the Central
Mountains Republic! Franky encountered Veronica one day, as he
pedaled his pedal-car through the country, basically looking for
a home.

While Franky sat, during a break from pedaling, on the grassy
shoulder of a paved, three-foot-wide pedal-car road, typical for
this area, Veronica saw him from her (pedal) car. She stopped and
practically dragged the sexy Franky home to her farm. She lived
alone until then. Franky's ample muscles had two good uses for
her: Number one, powerful thrusting of his hard penis into her
ever sex-hungry body. And number two, a very good helper with the
non-stop farm work. Though slightly stronger than Franky since she
is slightly bigger, the difference is negligible and unnoticed
during farm work. At this time as we join them, they have been
together 15 years.

While Franky and Veronica thrash out their lusts and share each
other's juice, lets have a look around their environment and
surroundings. One reason for these series of accounts from the
Central Mountains Republic is for the "travel or touring
experience", as well as the strange tales that come out of a
country so removed from our own. Some of you less patient readers
may want to leaf about one page, find the three stars ( * * * )
and read on from there, skipping the "tour". But be advised, you
will gain a "feel" for the area; its character, its weather, its
mountain setting, its alien yet warm, humanized culture, if you
read on from HERE...

The farm house has a base of stones gathered from the surrounding
land and is log from base on up. The inside walls are paneled with
knotty pine and varnished a warm amber-brown, imparting a cozy
feel. Some 100 feet away from the house (behind it if you consider
its front the side with the pedal-car dirt drive-way) is a squat
little hut made entirely of field stones and mortared together.
Inside resides the house-battery. That is the sole source of their
electricity, in the form of about 45 volts, direct current. Some
1000 feet away, on top of a knoll, sits panel after panel of
photo-voltaics (solar batteries) that keep their house battery
charged. That makes the SUN their ultimate source of energy.

Finally, in front of their house some distance, hidden from view
by bushes and small trees, is Veronica's milking shed. Every
morning before sunrise and evening, her few dairy cows come. They
moo loudly to be milked; their full udders hurt. A cattle watering
trough sits not far from her farm house so the hose can reach for
filling.

One can only find dairy cattle in the Central Mountains Republic.
The all-vegetarian Mountain Race People have no need of meat
products, but consume vast quantities of milk. Veronica's few
dairy cows forage in the many bushes, small trees and grass and
provide a good quantity of milk, producing for them, a useful
income additional to their apple and berry-farming staple.

The cows aren't the only things that get milked; Veronica milks
herself! Don't laugh, human milk is highly prized for its
medicinal characteristics and just plain healthfulness. Called
"expressing" when applied to human females, Veronica goes through
the same routine twice every day; milks the cows then expresses
herself. Human milk, especially COUNTRY human milk, fetches 20 to
30 times the price as cow's milk. Veronica's ample mammaries
produce quite a bit, providing another tidy bit of additional
income.

Although very mountainous, the farm and farm house itself sits in
an area relatively flat, or rolling at least. The house is not in
the middle of a forest, but is surrounded by what looks like to
the untrained person countless bushes and short trees growing
every which way with no human controls applied. Although much of
the vegetation is indeed naturally occurring, there are many apple
trees and some patches of berry bushes that Veronica "assists",
keeping them clear of weeds and such, and that she harvests the
fruits of.

Nearby and away from the house some distance, Veronica's
cultivated fields of berry bushes grow. Some of the newer fields
have that typical look of straight furrows. Berry bushes have a
life of several years so that the older fields look like they are
not kept up. But it is just the berry bushes being allowed to grow
and spread naturally. Apple trees don't need much cultivating
since they grow wild and all throughout the land, in forests, low
in valleys and high on mountain-sides and everywhere between. The
many varieties of apples come from the many varieties of growing
environments.

If one hikes (or rides a dirt bicycle) long enough, a deep
mountain lake may be encountered. Possessed of super-clear water,
each lake has its own ecosystem. The gaudy-colored fish are prized
as aquarium fish by folks in far away Central Capital. Even local
people, busy with farming though they may be, find time to keep
aquariums stocked with these "swimming flowers".

Now an item is going to be mentioned that will make any bass
fisherman sizzle with jealousy. Swimming in these deep, clear
lakes are the biggest bass in the world. Up to just over 100
pounds is not uncommon. But there are no fishermen... remember the
totally vegetarian ways of the Mountain Race people! To them, the
bass are nothing but a slight nuisance. Big bass have been known
to nip at divers. But the biggest objection is bass occasionally
eat the ornamental fish. But it is not really a problem. The
brightly colored fish are protected by poisonous flesh. Under
extreme duress of starvation, a bass may gulp down one of those
bright red, blue, are multi-colored fish, some with long, flowing,
frilly fins. If the frilly fins don't choke the bass, their poison
flesh will kill it! Most bass leave the bright colored fish alone!

The many mountain lakes reside in deep valleys or atop mountains
in ancient volcano caldrons. In the case of the deep valley ones,
glaciation is responsible for the depth of the valleys. Glaciers,
still hanging on since the last era of glaciation some 200,000
years ago from their time, supply, in part, the crystal water for
the lakes. Spring snow melts and ordinary rains supply the rest.

And finally, even dry-land denizens are not too far removed from
a TIME of marine existence... as this IS the eastern half of the
Central Mountains Republic. The land itself laid under the ocean
until about 50 million years ago. Many stones and rocks from the
surrounding land have impressions of shells or coral in them; a
sure sign this area was once under the sea. Veronica's farm house
has many such stones in its base.

*  *  *

Returning inside the house with a squall-line approaching fast, we
find both Veronica and Franky moaning, groaning, even yelling out
loud from the intensity of sexual pleasure. Outside, the
conditions became darker and darker. Veronica, sweating profusely,
had herself over Franky, on the floor of their living/dining room,
pumping away energetically. Veronica's body was no longer hers; it
belonged to her genital! Her starving, aching vagina gave all the
orders! For Franky, the rain had begun; a rain of drops of sweat
falling in his face from his libidinous Veronica. Her muscles
tense and flexing, glistening with sweat, Veronica seemed intent
on devouring Franky with her voracious genital.

Thunder began to be heard, and the wind began to pick up... at
last! It had been stagnant-pond-still before. The door to mid-
winter opened up! Very cool, even chilly air began to spill in. It
became ever darker. Cool air and breezes swirled in the couple's
farm-house's windows. All their windows were wide open to catch
whatever teeny breeze might come along. But now, they were
catching a gale!

An icy wind coursed through their living/dining room, but it felt
GREAT to Veronica. Her sexual action just increased! She pulled
the helpless Franky through yet another orgasm, causing him to
yell loudly from the pleasure under her. He didn't feel the cold
wind as he was under a furnace of a woman, producing plenty of her
own heat!

And then the big water faucet opened up, HUGE! And sudden! Their
home's tin roof announced it loudly. But even the loud, metallic
rattling patter of thousands of rain-drops per second on their
roof didn't phase Veronica as she built up to her third orgasm.
Swirling in the windows, driven by a strong wind, profuse rain
washed the sweat on Veronica's hard working body away. The
vigorous pumping up and down of her big muscle-butt plus the
powerful flexing of her butt muscles shook the rain-drops off...
at least from her butt! Only her loud screaming of orgasmic
ecstacy could be heard above the howling, whistling wind and rain
along with the loud cracks and rumbles of thunder. Brilliant
flashes of blue-white cut the darkness regularly. Veronica's
pumping, heaving butt seemed to be caught frozen in various
positions by the random strobe-light of the lightning.

Finally, Veronica's orgasm rolled on through her body, letting up
on her mind so she could once more be aware of her surroundings.
Relieved, she tarried over Franky, with rain pounding her back-
side, and kissed his lips gently. His penis, still rubbery-hard
inside her, throbbed every so often, indicating perhaps he could
be good for yet another. Normally, the sex-hungry Veronica would
NOT do this, but the howling storm was making a pond out of their
living/dining room as rain continued to swirl, in vast quantities,
onto their floor, simple furnishings and even the opposite walls.

She began to get up, off the floor and off from over Franky. Some
14 inches of partially erected penis had to be pulled out of
Veronica's vagina. It was almost painful to her to evacuate her
genital of such a warm, soothing, filling presence.

"OOHHH!" Franky moaned, "Put it back in!"
"Well, big boy! I didn't wanna do that either, but I GOTTA close
these windows! Don't worry, I ain't through with you yet!"

Veronica, with great effort of will power, completed evacuating
her body of Franky's penis, stood up, WAY up, seven feet and four
inches up, and began going around the room, closing windows.

Veronica had to go into all other rooms, closing windows. Franky
finally got off the floor, and followed her with partial-hard
penis sticking way out, seemingly pointing to Veronica's big,
powerfully muscled butt.

At last all windows were closed, with some of them left just a wee
bit open so that refreshing cool air could come in.

With that done, Veronica leaned on a counter, in the kitchen, that
separated kitchen from living/dining room. From this point away
from the windows, she watched the show. Lightning was zinging this
way and that, lighting the outdoors and their home's interior with
strobe-like bluish white light. Cracks of thunder followed almost
immediately after each flash, indicating they were close.

Veronica leaned, bent at the waist, on the counter with her
elbows. She felt a warm, slicked up rod slip in the cleavage
between the buns of her butt. The normally submissive Franky was
attempting continuation of what they started.

Veronica just continued to lean on the counter, but spread her
big, long legs a bit so Franky's penis could get in. She moaned,
closing her eyes as his flesh penetrated. It felt extra-EXTRA
good! Entering her vagina from behind, his penis bumped and rubbed
her clitoris more, increasing the pleasurable effect.

As the storm roared on, they roared on, sexually.

The squall-line pounded the area with unbelievable amounts of
water. Veronica and Franky only noted from time to time the
intensity of the rain. They were too wrapped up in each other's
bodies and genitals to notice much. Pent up for a long time by
oppressive heat and humidity, their sexual hunger still had a lot
left before it would subside!

It still rained during supper. The couple had to wrest control of
their bodies from their genitals in order to have supper. As
Franky slept after supper, Veronica ran out in driving rain to the
milk shed for that evening milking. After running back in amidst
rain, some hail and lightning, Veronica expressed her own breasts
aching with milk then at last snoozed herself, next to Franky. She
had to towel herself off before laying in bed. Veronica's nudity
made it convenient. There were no wet clothes to deal with. And
she did not need to shower!

A crack of thunder cut short Veronica's sleep. It woke Franky up
as well. Then once again, they were thrusting, huffing, puffing
and groaning and screaming! Their genitals once again had command
of the situation.

At last they wore themselves out with sex. Panting after some
final orgasms, they passed out to sleep, on the living/dining room
floor, both of them nude and uncovered by any blanket. Chilly air
wafted in the windows all night, but it only felt good to them,
helping them sleep better. However, Veronica finally stirred, and,
picking Franky up off the floor where he passed out, she carried
his 320 pounds to their bed. She laid beside him, drew a light
sheet over them both, and embraced him from behind. In this
manner, they completed their night's sleep to the sound of
continued torrential rain and gale winds.



The usual four-A.M. wake-up-call came bellowing in through the
windows from the cows for Veronica. Leaving bed and a slumbering
Franky and out into black-darkness, Veronica felt relieved to see
her morning milk would not be a drenching one; in fact, refreshing
cool, DRY breezes blowing stiffly out of the north-west greeted
her. It felt SO good on her bare body after the past couple months
of yucky feeling mornings heavy with humidity and lingering
warmth! It even SMELLED different; it smelled like... autumn!

After milking the cows, she returned inside and under the
kitchen's stark white florescent light, expressed her own milk.
Finally, Veronica returned to bed beside Franky, around about 5:30
A.M. The skies to the east and over the mountains were just
beginning to gain a bit of deep blue, heralding the coming day-
light.



After a quicky session of sex to relieve their usual morning
genital aches, Franky and Veronica woke up to that refreshing
breeze coursing through the open window, and absolutely SEVERE-
CLEAR skies. Cobalt blue! Golden sunshine lit up the refreshed,
wet trees, bushes and grass in the country that surrounded their
home. Although a bit beaten from the pummeling they received from
the storm, the vegetation seemed to be refreshed from the rain and
the now cool, dried air blowing in from the north-west.

After a quick breakfast, Veronica and Franky strolled outside,
absorbing the cool breezes. Veronica, naked except for a shawl
over her broad shoulders, walked contentedly beside her Franky,
who, clad only in a g-string wore a shawl like herself. Seemingly,
shawls on their shoulders are all these two Mountain Race people
needed in the cool-to-them 48 degrees. That would be a bit chilly
to us, requiring a light jacket, and certainly, usual "street-
clothes". But remember, this is the Central Mountains Republic,
their physiology is different, and definitely tuned to colder
conditions.

They hiked down their drive way. Made of packed dirt, the drive
way goes two miles before reaching the public road. And the public
road serving their area isn't much. Made of hard-packed stones and
lime-rock, it is hard enough for pedal-car wheels (like bicycle
wheels, they are narrow and very high-pressure) but bumpy. The
bumpiness slows normally fast pedal-cars down. However, the road
is either steeply inclined upward or downward, so it really
doesn't make any difference. Six miles of the lime-rock and gravel
then a nice paved road of about three feet width takes one on into
the nearest small town after about 15 miles.

As Veronica and Franky hiked their drive way, they began to
descend into one of the many dips the drive way takes. Curving way
around a depression in the ground, the drive way does not stay
entirely level. It curves around in a feeble attempt to follow the
contour, but dips considerably.

And then Franky saw their drive way terminating at the water's
edge!
"Wow! Look at that! How are we gonna get out of here if we need
to?" Franky exclaimed of the flooded drive way.
"No biggy! We just portage our cars on the ridge over there.
This'll be gone in a few days, or at least lowered below the drive
way."

Their drive way disappeared in a large, "new" pond of sparkling
rain water! It re-appeared way across there, 150 feet across
shimmering water.

"Look, Veronica, there's fish in there!"
"Well, what else do you find in water?"
"Well, just because there's water doesn't mean there's gonna be
fish. They have to GET there somehow, be introduced or breed.
Look, that's a cat-fish, and a big one. Looks like about two feet!
How'd such a full grown fish already get here?"
"The storm was fierce, a lota wind, a lota floodin'. The fish were
probably swept here by torrents from over-flowing lakes and
streams."
"HUH!"

The couple hiked around the depression in the ground, surveying
how they would best go if they DID need to get out with their
pedal-cars.

They hiked for a while, got caught up in carnal desires once
again, and relieved themselves in vigorous sex there in the
wilderness and the cool morning air. After laying down on the
cool, wet grass a while, they hiked back to the house for an early
lunch and more sex. It was time to get to work, to survey damage
at least. Their biggest concern is how did their apple and berry
crop come through. The apple trees are rugged, and since their
fruit is held high, maybe that would be okay. In August, many
apples are still green and so not so easily blown off by wind.
Berry bushes are squat and tough, nothing seems to bother them.
But the torrents may have swept the succulent, ripe berries away.

Veronica put her muscles onto the rather tough job of cutting away
a fallen, dead tree that was blocking a main access trail to the
fields. After that, there were many other blocks on their trails
to clear. Also, a couple photo-voltaic panels had been blown over.
Veronica said she would take care of that too.

Veronica ordered Franky to survey the berry crops so that during
the next few days they would know where to harvest and where to
just leave alone - places where all berries may have been washed
away. There was no need to check the apples for they were not ripe
yet anyway.

Franky carried a defensive chemical spray rifle, a defense against
bears or large cat attacks. Although rare, occasionally the rifle
comes in handy. Spraying a corrosive chemical that eats hair and
skin, the attacking animal receives only a highly painful, but
easily healable wound. Such an animal usually never attacks a
human again, and goes on, its life continuing... unlike some other
similar situations that occur in our culture you or I might be
able to think of...

Franky hiked quite a ways that day. He found negligible damage to
the apple crop. He DID find considerable berry crop damage, but
they could live with it. The heaviest damage to their berry crop
occurred mostly in their northwest fields. This part of Veronica's
land extended close to very high and practically impenetrable
mountains. Their peaks are snow-capped year-round and can be seen
from Veronica's house any clear day. The only way to get in those
mountains is to hike.

It was mid-afternoon, the cobalt blue skies were sprinkled with
small, white cumulus clouds, tailing after the squall. The clouds
appeared sheered and shredded as they moved quickly toward the
southeast, blown by the same wind out of the northwest that had
been refreshing Franky so well all day. Dressed in an old g-string
that barely contained his RELAXED penis, the stiff, upper 60's
breeze felt good.

Franky was pushing the extreme northwest limits of Veronica's
property by now.
There were no crops in this remote area but Franky wondered what
was out here. In the distance some 9000 feet, a huge mountain rose
abruptly from more or less level ground. It's as if the ground
Franky is on "filled" the mountainous area with its material, just
like water would, up to that point on that mountain. Franky toyed
with the idea of approaching the mountain and climbing it a bit.

All around were little ponds, some mere puddles, but some big
enough to wade chest-deep in. Franky enjoyed sloshing through
them. Although the water would feel icy to us, Franky's cold-
adjusted physiology caused him to feel that the water felt good
and refreshing. Franky began to notice some of the large puddles
and ponds had fish in them, and gaily colored fish at that. One
pond had a fish that was basically blue, but in certain positions
appeared a deep violet. Sometimes there was a reddish sheen. It
was about 9 inches long. Another fish, a 12 incher, glowed with a
crimson red. Another 6 incher sported yellow in the front, and
deep blue or violet in back.

"Boy, would that 'Fish-Guy' in town like to get a-hold of these!"
Franky muttered to himself aloud. "Maybe I can bring a container
of water or something and sell them to him. He sells them to
aquarium owners for real high prices! But, so far away! Would take
half a day to get them there!"

Franky approached yet another one of these "flash-flood-ponds",
this one about 25 feet long and maybe less than 10 feet wide. Then
he began to notice its water appeared to roil and boil
periodically. Franky continued to approach, curious. As he
approached, he could see more and more of the water's surface as
he cleared the bushes around the pond. Closer still, he began to
be able to see into the clear rain water-filled pond.

"(!GASP!), SOMEBODY IN THERE!" Franky exclaimed.

Indeed, approaching even closer, the pond had somebody, a person,
in it! Franky could make out torso, arms and head, all under
water!

Franky wondered how a person wound up way out here! But he... or
she, would drown! Indeed, as Franky leapt over bushes to hurry and
aid the perishing soul, he saw she was a big, well built woman!
She thrashed around vigorously, seemingly with a lot of life still
in her, not like someone near unconsciousness. Franky wondered why
she just did not get up out of there, gosh, it was only four feet
deep at the most!

Franky leapt over a final clump of bushes and splashed into the
edge of the pond. It would be no problem saving her, he did not
even have to swim. Only nine feet wide and less than four feet
deep, he would merely carry the big woman out of there. "Oh! She
looks good! I wonder if Veronica will let her stay! She could do
a lot of work on the farm! And I would love to fuck with her!..."

Even as Franky waded into the pond, he felt his penis begin to
press against his confining g-string. Another couple steps, and
his penis rose above and out of his g-string, hard and throbbing.
Before she was even saved!! But as mentioned before, she did not
seem to be in that much peril, for she was thrashing and turning
around, seemingly swimming in there! Maybe that's all she was
doing! She wasn't in trouble at all!

"Oh, this is even better! She's just playing! Well, I'll play with
her!"

Soaring over her now, Franky could see her form clearly. Big and
well built, she had a huge bust-line made up of large mammaries
that were perched atop huge pecs (chest-muscles). Her arms were
big, firm and nicely formed. She turned herself over - she looked
at him - her face had strong yet feminine lines. She had short,
pert blond hair that waved around under the water. But... she
appeared blue colored... "nah, just from being under water."
Franky guessed.

Indeed, Franky was observing her through ripples and wavelets of
the water's surface, creating a sparkling effect that hampered
viewing of what's underneath.

Franky was too sexually aroused to notice some inconsistencies.
First, the total elapsed time from when he first noticed the pond
ahead with its roiling water and now, as Franky straddled over her
with big, hard and throbbing penis, was considerable. She had not
come up for air all that time. She looked up at him from below the
water... her facial expression was not the usual one of a typical
Mountain Race Woman when faced with a man and his hugely erected
penis... one of sheer delight, like a little girl in a candy
store! Rather, her face seemed to express concern, as if she was
worried.

She was not frightened of him. A typically big, strong Mountain
Race woman can easily knock off a man if she does not want sex
with him.

She made no attempt to wiggle away from between Franky's legs as
he stood way over her submerged, reclining form. Straddling over
the part of her body where her vagina approximately is, Franky
lowered himself, squatting over the big woman. She continued
observing him curiously. Franky then stood on his knees, his legs
spread way apart to straddle her big body. His legs and crotch
were under water but the head of his elongated penis stuck well
over the water by about five inches.

Franky placed his arms around the big lady who seemed to be
accepting Franky's actions. He placed his arms just under her arms
and reached around her broad back. Her skin felt cool and slick,
but her body felt hard and solid! She had well developed lats
muscles, those muscles on the side of the torso that impart a nice
V-shape to the back.

He began to lift her up... she was solidly heavy... but Franky's
strong arms had never failed to pick up a woman yet. He couldn't
wait to see her face out of the water. But queer! As he began to
lift her up, and just after her face broke the water's surface,
she seemed to emit a high pitched squeak and lunged ahead,
powerfully! She produced a huge splash of water that knocked
Franky himself backwards and into the pond. And another thing,
Franky swore he saw what appeared to be the rear part of a huge
fish! It seemed to be a part of her! "IMPOSSIBLE!" thought Franky!

But he also thought as his mind cleared after the splashing
entrance into the pond, her face, although of good looking
structure and form, was BLUISH! A... silvery blue!

Franky once again was concerned for her health. Maybe she was
delirious! His hard penis began to soften as he now worried for
the big woman's safety. Franky sloshed around, gained footing and
stood up, dripping. He repositioned his soaked g-string but his
penis couldn't be stuffed inside it, for it was still long and
rubbery. Through the highly agitated, rippled surface of the pond,
he observed her. He approached her again with intent to get her
out of the water and to safety. He saw her look at him - she
seemed to shaking her head "no".

Then Franky was REALLY to learn just what he was dealing with. The
lady stuck an arm out of the water. The skin was a silvery-blue!
And her fore-arm had a frilly looking thing projecting from it and
all along it's length. She pointed toward her lower body... Franky
stood there dumb-founded. Her hand waved for him to come closer...
finally he did. Then her hand pointed, again, towards her lower
body. Franky saw what looked like a big, huge fish tail rise out
of the water...

THAT WAS HER! THIS WOMAN WAS PART FISH!!!

THAT explains why she had been under water so long with out taking
a breath of air, but still so vigorous... she breathes water! Like
a fish! That's why she lunged away from Franky's arms when he
tried to lift her out... out of the water, she would soon perish!

Franky pinched himself to see if he was awake! There he stood,
knee deep in water... well now unconsciously taking a few steps
back from this... this... monster! But there he stood, backing
away, now clearly observing this huge, part fish, part woman
creature! She was at least seven and a half feet long, not
including her tail fins. Including her fan-tail fins, she had an
over-all length of just over nine feet! She was no minnow!

She stuck her arm out the water and waved for Franky to come
closer. Now Franky was not so sure he wanted to approach this
monstrosity! He approached her quite gingerly before, with
thoughts of sinking a hard penis deep inside her body, but now,
penis completely soft, he shook his head again to clear it... he
just could not believe this!

She waved again for him to come closer. Franky had backed off to
the pond's edge now, completely out of the water. She beckoned him
again. Finally, hesitantly, Franky cautiously re-entered the water
and waded up to her side. From below the water, he could see her
face had an expression of deep worry. She appeared to be pleading
for mercy, or perhaps for help. Her two hands clutched each other,
in an easily recognizable gesture of "have mercy on me" or "please
help me, I depend on you!".

As Franky's mind cleared of initial shocks and frights, he began
to more clearly think, she is harmless and now, quite helpless.
Despite her weird blue coloration, her face was good looking and
sexy. She had full, expressive lips, strong jaw-line, nice
looking, exquisitely sculpted nose, and during that brief moment
out of the water, Franky saw she had large, pretty blue eyes to go
with that pert, blond hair.

And through the ripples on the pond's surface, once again, Franky
observed her shapely, well built body. Her big, shapely breasts,
broad back, tight tummy, big, wide hips and... and... her legs...
well... what on most women would be her legs, that part of her
that resembled fish, was like a woman possessed of big, muscular,
shapely legs in a clinging, skin-tight long evening dress... one
of those kind a woman can hardly walk in.

A Mountain Race woman in a dress like that is a rare sight indeed,
long dresses are usually split on both sides all the way to the
waist. But for the sake of relating to you what this part-fish-
woman looked like...

She looked up at Franky through the water from below it. Her face
expressed "please help me!" Franky felt sorry for her... but at
the moment did not know quite what to do! His mind cleared further
of shock and he began to think more in a logical manner.

First of all, obviously, there is a huge language barrier. Not
only could Franky and the under-water-woman not understand each
other's language, but she did not even speak, at all, like a
human. When she lunged away earlier, Franky heard her emit an
extremely high-pitched bat-like squeak.

The lady under water seemed to be waiting anxiously for what
Franky was going to do. Her face expressed deep worry, and...
sadness...

"There must be a community of these people, in one of these big
lakes around here. But where!?"

Franky looked at her facial expression of worry and sadness.

"She has been separated from her people! She is totally helpless
to return, even if she knew the way! This pond will soon dry up...
even now it is draining over there..."

Indeed, a rivulet of water was steadily conducting water away,
taking away this woman's medium of existence!

"What ever I do, I best do it quick... but what!?"

Franky was biting his fingernails. If only he had a radio! Usually
he carries one. He could have called Veronica to bring a...

But no time to ponder. Finally, Franky knelt beside the worried
woman under water. He tried to smile and gesture he was going away
then come back to help. She nodded her head "yes", and tried to
smile at him. But she was so worried, her smile was compromised.

Excited and intense, Franky leapt over the bushes surrounding the
pond that held the water-breathing woman prisoner. He ran full
tilt when he finally reached the access trail. Never before had he
run so fast! He leapt over tree limbs in the trail like a deer,
and continued running tirelessly. His well muscled, well honed
body could take it. His over seven foot muscular body was making
nearly 30 miles an hour. In only 15 minutes, he made it home, to
a surprised Veronica!

"What ever in the world is the matter with you!?"
"You gotta come with me Veronica! In a pedal car pulling that
trailer... we can fill it with water from the pond when we get
there! Maybe we can save..."
"WHAT are you going on so about!?"

Breathlessly and in sometimes incoherent sentences that had to be
repeated, Franky told Veronica of the under-water woman.

Veronica finally understood. Franky thought for sure she would not
believe him, but he heard Veronica mutter, "Could those wild
legends GrandMa always told me about be true? The occasional
sightings of people with fins... OKAY! LET'S GO!"

They both grabbed pedal-cars. Veronica hitched a big, cigar-shaped
utility trailer to her pedal-car. With a loading hatch on top, the
trailer LOOKED like it could hold water. They never tried. Would
it leak it out? No time to think. Veronica threw in two big pails
that the two of them would use to fill the trailer along with a
couple bed-sheets and rope... for lifting and carrying the under-
water Lady.

For what seemed like an eternity, they bounced along the access
trails, Veronica following Franky in his pedal-car. Often they had
to stop, get out, and pull a tree limb out of the way. Some parts
of the trail were under big puddles, sometimes quite deep. "At
least, if the trailer DOES leak, we have plenty of places to
refill if need be!" radioed Veronica to Franky.

Finally, they arrived to the end of the trail and the embankment
of bushes they would have to negotiate.

They approached the pond, pails in hand, to where the under-water
woman anxiously waited. Indeed, she saw them. She stuck an arm out
of the water and waved. "That's her! Wait 'till you see this! You
won't believe it!"

Franky scooped up his first pail-full of water and carried it to
the trailer. Veronica just stood there and stared into the eyes of
a thing she thought was impossible but had heard stories about!

"Get moving, Veronica, or it'll get dark!"
"Yes! Yes!" exclaimed Veronica in agreement as she dipped her
first pail-full of water.

Filling the trailer took quite a while. Each time they had to trek
over and through thick bushes. Finally they filled the cylindrical
trailer with about three feet of water at the deepest. They did
not want to fill it any further because of time constraints...
darkness was approaching with the sun already behind a mountain
ridge to the west... and because it would be too heavy. It would
not be easy negotiating a trailer full of heavy water over the
hard-packed but wet, softened trails.

Now for the moving of the part-fish woman herself. Veronica
fashioned a big sling, double ply with the two bed-sheets and the
rope. Then they entered the pond whose water-level already lowered
greatly. The under-water Lady lay on the bottom, all underwater
except for the rump of her big, well muscled butt... and an
apparent fin projecting from her back that jutted above water.

The Lady under water rolled around to gaze into Franky's face. He
smiled and tried to gesture that they were going to lift her out
of the water and place her in the trailer. The under-water-Lady
SEEMED to understand... but only one way to find out.

Veronica and Franky worked the sling under the water-woman. With
Veronica on one end and Franky on the other, they lifted her out
of the water. Yes. The water-Lady DID seem to understand they were
trying to help. She did not thrash as before. She lay calmly in
the sling while Veronica and Franky carried her to the trailer.
She was HEAVY! Certainly no light-weight!

The water-Lady was NOT comfortable however. She coughed and
hacked, and emitted strange squeaks. Finally, they lowered her
through the hatch of their trailer and settled her into that
little bit of water there. As Veronica slipped the sling away, the
water woman splashed water on herself, and seemed to be gasping.
This would NOT be a pleasant trip for her.

Franky seated himself in his car and Veronica in hers. Veronica's
pedal-car, hitched to the trailer now crushing-heavy with water
and an estimated 350 pound water-woman, began to move, powered by
the tremendous strength of Veronica's big legs.

Veronica had to use the lower gears to pull the heavy trailer over
the dirt trails. They lumbered along slowly. Veronica opened the
hatch to her pedal-car for cool air. Sweat rolled off Veronica's
hard working, strong body. Finally Veronica radioed, "Enough of
this! Due to the condition of the dirt trails, I think I may as
well pull the trailer on foot. It's insufferably hot in here!"

Veronica stopped, unhitched the pedal-car and placed it aside the
trail. Using the rope used for the sling, and the bed-sheets as a
cushion, Veronica fashioned an on-the-spot "hip-harness", a device
Mountain Race women often use to pull farm implements. Positioning
the harness around Veronica's powerful hips, she tugged and the
trailer moved. Now out in the cool, chilling evening air, with the
sun well behind the mountains to the west, Veronica's naked, hard
working body found relief from the heat of the pedal-car's
interior. Still sweating, at least Veronica felt much better. They
just left her pedal car behind. Franky would walk out later and
retrieve it.

Finally back at the house, the only thing big enough to hold a 350
pound, seven and a half-foot long water beast was the cattle
watering trough. But the water was filthy.

"Hurry, Veronica, she might be dying! She's not moving!"

Indeed, the water-Lady was awfully still.

"Fish are so touchy about water quality," Veronica pointed out, "I
wonder if she is too?"
"What are we gonna do!? I don't wanna loose her!"
"Well first, let's get her out of there!"

Veronica worked the sling under a definitely limp body of the
water woman. Franky stood there chewing his fingernails. "Okay!"
anounced Veronica, "It's ready! Help me!"

Franky and Veronica lifted the near lifeless water-woman out of
the trailer. She began to cough and hack feebly. They lowered her
into the water of the cattle watering trough.

"Now," Veronica said as she ran to pick up the hose and turn on
its faucet, "Let me pour more water in there until it over-flows.
It's kinda dirty. It would be REAL dirty had it not been for
yesterday's torrential rains!"

With the hose pouring forth water, Veronica placed it into the
cattle watering trough.

Franky knelt beside the watering trough where the under-water Lady
was. He stuck his hand under water and stroked her big, broad
back. She didn't move at all. He pushed at her to see if there
would be a response. Nothing. Franky felt tears come up in his
eyes as he said, "Veronica, I think she's dead!"

Veronica secured the hose so that it wouldn't flop out, then
quickly strode over next to Franky. "Easy there, fellah, we're
doing everything we can! Let me see..."

With the sound of cows bellowing to be milked in the back-ground,
Veronica reached her arms under water. She grasped the water-Lady
and tried to get her to turn over from her face down position. The
Lady lurched a bit, her hands grabbed the edge of the watering
trough. She pulled herself up, her face out of the water then
coughed and squeaked. Then she let herself plop back into the
water with a heavy splash that drenched both Franky and Veronica.

"Well you can see she still alive, but not too well!" announced
Veronica.

"What are we gonna do!? She looks so worried, so forlorn! She's
separated from her people, she maybe thinks she'll never see them
again..." Franky put his head on Veronica's shoulder and began to
cry.

"There there! Franky! Cut it out! Hmm! There's only one thing to
do... This looks like a job for The Fish Guy! Come on! Let's radio
him NOW!"

With her cows bellowing and mooing in earnest now, Veronica ran in
the house and to her radio set. The radio receiver and transmitter
sat on a table in the corner of Veronica's dining room. Outside
the Central Capital, there are no telephones. Almost everyone has
two way radio systems for daily communication.

The "FISH GUY"! That fellow who came from the Central Capital many
years ago to study strange under-water creatures of the lakes
around here... Scientists have discovered signs that point to the
origin of some of the lakes being craters left by meteor crashes.
The meteors possibly carried simple, single-celled life from who
knows where in space that found a new home here... and developed
to higher forms. No, no humanoids. The "Fish-Guy", a Marine
Biologist, came to study and gather samples of strange clumps of
giant cells; cells so big a microscope is not needed to see them.
Neither plant or animal, the clumps of cells seem to be alien in
origin.

The "Fish Guy", actually named Jonathan, originally came to study
the clumps of cells. But he also encountered the gaily colored
fish of the lakes around here. He set up a huge aquarium with one
side facing the front, living room window of his simple house in
the downtown of that small, mountain town. The aquarium displayed
the gaudy, colorful fish. People stood outside his house for hours
looking in. Town's people constantly pestered him to help them set
up a similar aquarium.

So Jonathan finally decided to start an aquarium shop, right there
in his home, on the side. He figured the business would not
support him... his Marine Biologist income from the Government
would do that... but it would be fun. He helped people set up
aquariums, get the water right, and select fish. He instructed
them in their care. Before long, the business brought in a lot
more money than he ever expected.

Jonathan's Lady friend, Sarah, also from Central Capital, lived
with him and before, had found this slow, mountain town boring...
except for the nude men all over the place! The casual Town's
people often went about nude, men and women both. Although
strolling the streets of the small mountain town gazing upon nude
men's bodies sexually stimulated Sarah, that was her ONLY
activity. Sarah missed the culture and action of big-city-Central
Capital.

But now, deliveries of fish and aquarium-set-ups kept her busy! In
earlier months, Jonathan still went out on field studies. This
left Sarah to deliver fish and set up aquariums by herself.

And delivering fish was no easy task! Sarah towed special water-
tight trailers behind her pedal-car. Full of water to support the
fish during deliveries, the trailers were HEAVY! Add to that, the
mountain roads were either steep up-hill or steep down-hill.

Before long, Sarah, already of husky build at an average 7-feet-
2 height but heavier than usual at 340 pounds, developed huge,
powerfully muscular legs. People admired her bulging, stony quads,
hamstrings and glutes, but Sarah thought them too big for the rest
of her body. To balance her general appearance, Sarah began to
style her hair big with lots of curls approaching "Afro" in
appearance.

Now, the studies are over, taken over by Marine Biology labs at
the University of Central Capital in Central Capital. Jonathan and
Sarah now operate a vigorous aquarium business. As highly useful
supplemental income, Jonathan also is a supplier of colorful
aquarium fishes for the many aquarium shops in the Central
Capital. Fortunately, Mountain Lake Park, the town's name, has
train service to the Central Capital. After special arrangements
with the Post Offices here and in the Central Capital, Jonathan
can get large shipments of exotic fish to the Central Capital
Aquarium shops in a matter of hours.

Funny thing, however. Even now with the studies over as far as
Jonathan is concerned, Sarah STILL remained the one who delivers
fish, both to people's homes and to the train-station! But Sarah
herself desired to "protect" her lovable guy from such grueling
work. Hummm...

Jonathan, a big man himself, 7-foot-4, (the same height as
Veronica) had curly brown hair and always friendly, smiling face.
And he knew fish!... Inside and out! Anybody with fish problems
knew who to radio... That Fish-Physician... The Fish Guy.

So that is just who Veronica radioed. She set her radio's tone
generators to tri-tone number 189, pushed the "call" button on her
transmitter, released it and waited. Even though it was late, and
getting dark, this was special. His business radio tone is 333,
but Jonathan let people know his home radio tones for emergencies
concerning their fish.

Sure enough, after some 40 seconds, the clear, chipper, friendly
voice of Jonathan rang through the receiver's speaker with
"Mountain Lake Park Aquarium, may I help you?"

With Franky leaning and holding on to Veronica's broad, tan back,
Veronica pushed her microphone's ptt button and answered, "Yeah,
hi there John! Say, I hate to bother you, but we have something
here in the way of marine life that you won't believe! And she,
er, it needs your attention! It's VERY unusual, about eight feet
long, and is possibly dying unless somebody knowledgeable does
something quick! Over!"

"What is it? What kind of fish? Or if you don't know, describe it
to me, so I can advise you on some first aid until I get there.
You signal sounds weak, are you in the country? Did I hear you say
it's eight feet long!? Over."
"Affirmative! It's... it's... well it's kinda bluish..."

Franky shook Veronica a bit and anxiously told her, "Tell him it's
a woman! An under-water woman!"
Veronica released the ptt of her radio's mic and answered, "He
won't believe me! He'll think this is a prank call!"

"Are you there?" asked Jonathan's voice over the radio.
"Yeah!" Veronica replied, pressing ptt on her mic and answering.
"I was just getting my Man to take another look at the thing so I
can describe it. Like I say, It's about eight to nine feet long,
maybe 350 pounds and bluish... and seems VERY intelligent! It's
like no fish I'VE ever seen! Over"
"Okay, okay, enough descriptions. Apparently, I've never seen one
either. I know of nothing that big. Only bass reach any size in
these lakes. I'm on my way. Do this, just make sure the water is
as clean as you can get it, and make sure it's aerated. Agitate
it. Splash it. You say it's so big, I'm assuming you had to put it
in a big tub or something... wait, are you by a lake? Did this
fish wash up, dying? Over"
"No, negative! It was blown here by a squall-line storm, you know,
the one yesterday and last night. We found her, er, it in a flash-
flood-pond. We have it in our cattle watering trough. Over"
"UGH! A cattle watering trough!? Well, better make sure the water
is as clean as possible. Flush it good, and when you use the hose
to fill it, I'm assuming you're using a hose to fill it, hold the
hose over the water so that it splashes as it enters. This is to
aerate the water. Fish need the dissolved oxygen in the water to
live. Assuming you're in the country and using well water, I have
to inform you this area's well water is very oxygen-poor. Without
aeration, a fish will suffocate in it! Okay, now give me
instructions how to get there! Over"
"Roger! Standby for the instructions!"
Veronica released the mic's ptt then turned to Franky and ordered,
"Franky! Run out there to the watering trough, and like he said,
hold the hose way over it so that it sprays and splashes the
water! Go!"

As Franky, anxious for the water-Lady's life, ran out to do what
Jonathan advised, Veronica got back on the radio and gave
directions to her farm for Jonathan.

After receiving directions, Jonathan asked, "Now, what are the
squelch-break tones for your radio, in case I get lost? Over"
"Okay, my tri-tone is 505, but I'm gonna leave the radio on open
squelch so you can call me instantly if need be! Over"
"Roger, understood!"

Veronica ran out to the watering trough and to the end of it where
the water-Lady was. Veronica stuck her hand under water and
stroked the water-woman's broad back. The water-Lady only twitched
a bit.
"Is she okay!?" Franky called in a cracking, anxious voice.
"She's hanging on! Well, I gotta milk those cows! They're goin'
crazy!"

Veronica ran to the milking shed where anxious, hurting cows
bellowing away, waited her magic, relieving touch. Veronica was
hurting herself, her OWN breasts were over-due for expressing, but
being human, she could handle it.

The cows done, Veronica stopped by the watering trough momentarily
to check on the under-water gal. She seemed lifeless but twitched
a little to Veronica's petting hand.
"Is she gonna die?" asked Franky, worried and with tears in his
eyes.
"That Fish Guy will be here soon, he'll take care of her. She
appears big and strong! I think she'll be okay. Just hold on
there, Franky."
Veronica kissed Franky's lips, a quick peck, then said, "I'll be
back out in a few moments, I gotta get these things expressed, or
my busts are gonna bust!"

Veronica ran back in to express her milk, which she found
relieving, then rejoined Franky. With all the urgencies over, she
began to worry in earnest about the under-water woman herself.
Anxious, she paced between the watering trough and inside the
house, next to the radio.



It seemed forever for Jonathan to get there. Evening colors
extinguished, giving way to night and so was completely dark.
Suddenly, the radio boomed loud with Jonathan's voice. Veronica
answered.
Jonathan said, "I think I'm on your drive way. Sarah is with me.
But the trail dips under water! It's so dark! Am I on the right
one!? Over!"
Veronica exclaimed, "Oh my GOSH! I forgot that!" Then she pressed
the mic's ptt and answered, "Yes, you're on the right drive way.
It's flooded in places from the storm! I'm coming out to guide
you! Standby!"

Veronica zoomed out the house and shouted to Franky, "Jonathan's
here but he's stuck where the drive way's flooded! You just keep
spraying the water like you're doin' now and I'll get Jonathan!"

Veronica grabbed a dirt bicycle, a vehicle better suited for the
bumpy drive way than pedal-cars, and zoomed off on it, hitting
well over 35 miles an hour into the darkness away from her house.
Made for general day time use in the fields only, the bicycle had
no lights. Veronica careened at high speeds with only star-light
and a crescent moon lighting her way.

Veronica had to carry her bicycle on her shoulders around two
flooded areas before she spotted the pedal-cars that were
Jonathan's and Sarah's. Veronica first saw the lights from the
pedal-cars' head-lights sprinkling through the bushes, piercing
the darkness. As Veronica rounded the last curve, a third expanse
of water some 50 feet wide separated Veronica from Jonathan's and
Sarah's pedal-cars. The headlights shined on the water's surface.
Thousands of individual reflections sparkled and danced as the two
pedal-cars sat there, drivers waiting. Veronica stumbled her way
around the water in the bushes and finally arrived to the two
pedal-cars. Sarah's pedal-car had a utility trailer hitched to it.

Jonathan and Sarah had to get out and pull their pedal-cars
through thick bushes. They had to fight and struggle against the
bushes, some of which were thorny, bad news to the nearly nude.
Being typical Mountain Race people, Jonathan and Sarah wore what
we would consider mere decorations on their big, muscular bodies
rather than clothes. They had to drag pedal-cars and trailer
behind them while tramping through soft, muddy ground three times
before they could finally get to Veronica's farm house.

With Jonathan finally there, he told Sarah "Set everything up!",
then jogged over to the end of the watering trough to where the
water-Lady was. As he approached, he asked Veronica, "You've been
coy about telling me exactly what this thing is! I wish I knew so
I could know what medical things to bring and so on, you know."
"Well, have a look! I COULDN'T tell you! You wouldn't have come
thinking I was joking! Look!"

Jonathan looked, but only saw a dorsal fin sticking out the water
in the trough slightly. It was too dark. But not for long.

Sarah, working quickly and like a professional, soon had a couple
big spot-lights set up and shining. She placed one right over the
trough...
Jonathan took one look... saw the human-like broad back, trim
waist, a very sexy, big and well-formed butt, and the rear part
that resembled some what, shapely legs confined in a tight, long
evening dress.

"WOW! GOOD GRIEF HAVE MERCY! NOW I see why you didn't tell me,
indeed I WOULD HAVE not believed you! Is it..."
Veronica interrupted, "She's a woman, and a nice specimen at that!
She keeps laying face down. If she were to turn over, you could
see her completely human... and pretty... face!"
"Are you sure this isn't just somebody drowning!?" asked Jonathan,
more or less unconsciously.
Jonathan's Lady, Sarah, answered sternly, "You can see she's part
fish! Come on, get moving! I'll get the temporary tank set up. You
better put some of that oxygen assist in there. She's in oxygen
depletion shock!"
"Uh... okay, okay! I'll measure PH too." agreed Jonathan, shaking
his head from a disbelieving daze.

Jonathan grabbed a bottle of a medicine that is supposed to help
fish absorb oxygen from the water. He poured a quantity into the
trough. He measured PH...
"WOW! It's sky-high! It's off the scale! No wonder she's
suffering! She'll die for sure like this. Sarah, priority on that
temp-tank and plop those PH tabs in there. I'll set up the aerator
myself here!"
"Right!" replied Sarah.
Then Jonathan ordered Franky, still spraying the water with the
hose, "Hey guy, as soon as she gets that rubber tank set up, stick
the hose in there to fill it."
"Okay!" Franky replied shyly.

Jonathan rushed about and set up a battery operated, heavy-duty
aerator, one of those bubbling things one sees on aquariums.

With a canister of pre-compressed air, Sarah inflated the
temporary holding tank instantly. "Okay!" Jonathan ordered Franky,
"Fill it!"

Franky strode quickly over to the tank and aimed the hose into it.
It's meager stream cause puddles to form on the bottom of the
rubber temporary tank, but seemingly, that's all. Sarah dropped in
one PH tablet.

"Come on!" exclaimed Jonathan, "Is that all that thing does!? At
that rate, it'll take all night to fill this tank. We gotta get
her out o' that trough. She's being poisoned by the sky-high PH
and dissolved metals in there!"
"I'm afraid that's it!" Veronica replied, shaking her head. "It's
a very low power pump, made just for bringing up a little water at
a time. Usually it goes up to that tank there."

Jonathan whirled around to look as soon as he heard the word,
"tank". He took a look at the farm-house's water-tank. It was one
of those typical set ups farm houses have. Open to the skies
above, it catches rain water as well as holds water the feeble
pump provides. But it was too small for the water-Lady, besides it
was way off the ground.

"Well, we gotta get a faster flow than that! Veronica, do you have
a pedal-powered well pump, you know, like a lot of farm houses,
for when there's a shortage in solar power?"
"Sure do! Let me get on and pedal it!" replied Veronica as she
strode over to the pumps next to the house that had a simple roof
over them.
"No, let Sarah!" ordered Jonathan, "Quickly!, Sarah!"
Sarah started over to the farm-house asking Veronica, "Show me
your pedal-powered pump..."
But Veronica interrupted, "Let me! Sarah's tired after pedaling
that trailer out here..."
"No, this may sound strange, but her legs are incredibly strong
with tremendous stamina. It's from years of service calls pulling
heavy loads behind her. She can pedal the pump faster and longer
than anybody here!"
"It's okay, Veronica! You help Johnny!" insisted Sarah.
"Well, okay!" replied Veronica hesitantly as she showed Sarah
where the pedals of the pedal-powered well pump were. All the
while, Veronica kept looking at Sarah's legs.

In the intensity of the emergency, and in the darkness, nobody
noticed before. Sarah, nude except for a decorative flag of cloth
just in front of her vagina held up by a beaded string around
Sarah's powerfully muscled hips, indeed had mighty legs. With each
step she took, Sarah's leg muscles rippled gracefully yet
powerfully. Though shorter than Veronica, Sarah had veritable
engines for legs, gams of incredible strength.

Sarah knew what to do. Without any instruction from Veronica,
Sarah changed the gear setting on the pedal-pump to its highest
ratio. Sarah then seated herself on the semi-recumbent seat behind
the pedals. She secured her feet in the pedals' straps and began
pedaling. Sarah's powerful leg sinews, resembling bundles of steel
cable wrapped in soft leather, flexed mightily and the pump came
to life! Suddenly, the hose spewed forth eight times the water
than before.

At this rate, the temporary holding tank began to fill quickly.



The tank filled to a depth of about two feet, then...
"Okay," barked Jonathan, it's deep enough already if we lay her in
there face down. We GOTTA get her outa that trough!"

Jonathan ordered Franky to continue to hold the hose, with its now
powerful stream of water coming forth, well above the surface of
the rising water-level in the tank. The furious bubbling and
fizzing would aerate the water. "... and spray Sarah once in a
while; she's working real hard yet stationary! She's gonna get
hot!" Jonathan ordered additionally.

Jonathan dropped in another couple PH adjusting tablets then
grabbed a net made of soft rope from their utility trailer. It was
big enough for the water-Lady.

"This is usually used for netting bass, especially the 100-plus
pound ones, but I think it'll be big enough for the water-Lady.
It's a drag-net used to catch nuisance bass that eat ornamental
aquarium fish so they can be moved to another part of the lake. It
should be just right to gently cradle our woman of the water here!
Veronica, you help me!"

The water-Lady thrashed a bit when lifted out of the trough. She
was perhaps near unconsciousness and a bit delirious. With some
struggle, and with both Jonathan's and Veronica's back- and arm-
muscles bulging powerfully, they carried the big, heavy water-
Lady in the net to the holding tank. Lifting her over the wall of
the tank took a tremendous effort, but the two solidly built
Mountain Race persons accomplished it without much problem. She
settled once again, face down.

Jonathan moved the aerating pump from the cattle watering trough
to the temporary tank, then got in the tank with the water-Lady.
He gently pulled her in circles around the tank.

Now, at last settled in the light, bright, blue-colored confines
of the tank with two powerful battery powered spot lights shining
on it, the water-Lady's form, color and other characteristic
appearances could be seen clearly.

Also, with the intensity of the emergency subsiding, Jonathan
finally began to absorb, then realize, JUST WHAT HE WAS DEALING
WITH!

"MAN! I JUST DON'T BELIEVE THIS!" Jonathan commented as he waded
in now mid-thigh-deep water, gently pushing the water-Lady around
the tank, "Even though I'm seeing it with my own eyes and dealing
with it myself! You're right Veronica! Had you told me you had a
part-fish-part-woman, I WOULDN'T have come. Surely I woulda
thought you were pulling a prank. Somebody radioed me once and
told me he had netted a dragon! HAH-HAH-HAH! And I fell for it! I
went rushing out there! But never again! But THIS!... THIS is
something ELSE! I mean... I STILL don't believe this! For certain
scientific reasons I don't believe this... yet... here she is! An
apparent human female, breathing water and modified, especially in
the legs, for life... in the water!... as a... or like a fish! I
don't know about you, but I'm going to call her 'Aqua Lady'!"

Veronica leaned on the tank's walls while Franky continued to hold
the hose with its powerful stream of water coming out. They
watched as Jonathan continued to walk the water-Lady around the
tank. She was showing signs of recovery. With all this attention
drawn to the water-Lady, Sarah, in the dark and with her powerful
legs flexing their muscles, giving life to that hose, was
forgotten.

"WHEW! IT'S HOT! SOMEBODY SPRAY ME!" They heard Sarah yell
breathlessly.
"OH! Forgot!" exclaimed Franky as he aimed a cooling spray of
water onto Sarah's powerful but over-heating body.

As Jonathan gently led Aqua-Woman around the tank, suddenly she
rolled her body over so she was looking up at them all through the
water. Jonathan, startled, released her and stepped back a few
paces. With her front-side up, Aqua-Woman swam around the tank on
her own. She smiled, and seemed to gesture or wave "hi" from below
the rippling water to those watching. Then she swam close to
Jonathan and gently bumped his legs, rubbing past them. She smiled
at him through the ripples on the clear water.

"Say guys, you know, she's got one hell of a figure. Look at
that!" observed Jonathan as he stood amazed in the center of the
tank, with the water level up to his lean, "wash-board" tummy by
now.

Indeed, with Aqua-Lady swimming back-side down like that, some
rather nice features could be observed. Through the rippling,
waving distortions of the water, they could see her big,
voluptuous form; her broad shoulders, her huge bust-line. Her
large nipples held high on her huge breasts broke the surface of
the water along with some of the surrounding breast, as she swam
with her front-side up. In fact, Aqua Lady's nipples and some
surrounding breast were the ONLY parts of Aqua Lady above water!
That gave those lusting fellows some tantalizing views! Her trim,
tight tummy bumpy with prominent abs (stomach-muscles), her wide,
muscular hips, and her lower-body resembling big, muscular legs
confined in a long evening dress were additional good looking
characteristics. And finally, her long, powerful form was
terminated with a lovely "fan" or "V"-shaped double tail-fin.

"Look at her cunt," Franky said, "It's positioned a little more
front-ward than on most women."
"Yeah," replied Jonathan, "Probably an adaptation to the fact she
does not have a crotch, you know, the area between the legs on
most women."
"Golly," commented Franky, "then a guy couldn't fuck her from
behind!"
"Poor gal!" commented Veronica, "I love it when a man fucks me
from behind. His cock presses that part in my cunt that makes feel
SOOO GOOD! And she can't experience that!"
"But," began Jonathan, theorizing, "She perhaps has other sexual
abilities you don't know of!"
"Man! I wonder what it's like to fuck her!" speculated Franky.
"What are ya, gonna jump in there and fuck the water-babe? You'd
drown!", Veronica pointed out sarcastically.
"Maybe it COULD be done, theoretically..." postulated Jonathan,
"with scuba tanks and mask so one could stay down an extended time
with her..."
"Yeah sure!" interrupted Veronica, "Like, the babe is gonna go for
a guy with a big, cyclops stare with pipes and stuff going in his
mouth and big metal gizmos on his back."
"I wonder what their men are like?" wondered Jonathan. "Surely she
must come from a community of such people. But where?"
"She must be returned!" declared Veronica.
"That's true!" Jonathan agreed, "Although certainly a very
interesting specimen, she can't remain in captivity and be sold
like just another exotic fish. However, I AM gonna have to build
a semi-permanent aquarium in your house. With your permission, of
course. She can't stay in this thing very long. And I don't want
to transport her some dang, long distance like to my store in town
or something. The aquarium can be built fairly quickly, especially
with y'all's help. Only getting the materials would NORMALLY be
the slow part. Fortunately, I already have all materials at my
store and house. I was going to build a breeding tank for more of
those black-striped, red angel-fish. They sell like crazy in the
Central Capital, and I can't keep up with demand unless I breed my
own. They need a lot of space to breed. But I'll build this
aquarium in your house so Aqua Lady can live there until I or
somebody finds her home lake. That may take a while, no telling
WHERE it is!"
"WOW!" exclaimed Franky, "An aquarium with her in it! That'd be
wondrous! But we have little money, how much does such a set up
cost!?"
"Well, like I said, " replied Jonathan, "Aqua Lady is NOT for
sale. The AQUARIUM, if someone ask me to set one up in their
home... my gosh! It'd cost thousands! Plus extra, of course, for
the fish stock. But that is not what we're doing. We must provide
a good, stable and comfortable place for her while we find her
home lake where her people are. And think too, guys, her people
must be worried crazy. They probably have given up on ever seeing
her again, assuming she has perished. They're probably in
mourning!"
"You're right!" agreed Veronica, "She MUST INDEED be re-united
with her people!"
"When do we start on the aquarium?" asked Franky.
"I'll radio the glass company that's safe-keeping the big, thick
glass panels for me, to go ahead and deliver them out here
tomorrow, first thing in the morning. The big, cast-aluminum frame
members, plus sundry other materials and tools can be delivered by
buddies of mine. So Sarah and I can remain here over-night. I can
watch over Aqua Lady. But first, I really do need your official,
at least, verbal, permission..."
"Oh! You got THAT! I permit you to build the aquarium on..."
started Franky.
"Uh... Ehem! Need I remind you whose farm and farm-house this is?"
interrupted Veronica.
"Oh yes! Sorry!"
"Well, Veronica, do we have your permission?"
With a somewhat impish smile of satisfaction on her face, Veronica
replied, "Yes!"
"Very good! We start tomorrow! Say guys, this tank's gettin' a
little too full. Its sides are not that strong..." Jonathan
observed.
"Well then tell your poor, hard-working Lady over there she can
rest now!" Veronica reminded Jonathan, almost scolding.
"Oh yeah, what's a matter with me... YO! SARAH! THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Sarah, panting heavily, nodded her head. She stopped pedaling,
released her feet from the pedal straps, got up and bounded over,
hopping and skipping, with the gaiety of a little girl, to the
temporary tank's side. "How is she?" Sarah asked breathlessly with
sweat dripping off her.

"Much better now!" Jonathan replied.

The muscles of Sarah's strong body were enhanced by the glistening
of the profuse sweat. Sweat dripped of Sarah's body, especially
the tip of her nose and the nipples of her breasts. This prompted
Veronica to ask, "Why don't ya jump in there and wash off!?"
"No, the chemistry in my sweat possibly may not be good for the
Aqua Lady. I'll just shower up in a bit."

Jonathan, even at the late hour, radioed the glass-company's
owner, and a few of his buddies asking them all to deliver as soon
as possible tomorrow morning. He told them all they will see the
reason for the emergency when they get to the farm.



With lights out and while the others slept, Jonathan indeed would
wake up regularly, get up and check on Aqua Lady. He kept checking
PH and ammonia levels of the holding tank's water.



Bellowing of cows in the dark of four A.M. not only woke Veronica
up as usual but Jonathan and Sarah as well. Not accustomed to such
noises in the supposedly "quiet" country, they were disturbed by
them, unlike Franky who can sleep through it with ease.

Since they were awake anyway, Jonathan and Sarah went out to the
temporary tank to check on Aqua Lady and test the water. Done with
testing, Jonathan went back to bed, with Sarah tarrying a few
moments to munch on lettuce in the kitchen.

Sarah was about to go back to bed herself when Veronica came in,
brought out bottles and expressor, attached the expressor to one
of her breasts and turned it on.
Wide-eyed, Sarah asked, "WHAT'S all THAT!?"
"To express my milk!"
"You mean, you milk yourself?"
"Yeah! My milk brings in good money."
"Oh, so THIS is where it comes from! That expensive milk Old
People and those with health or digestion problems drink! I always
wondered how... Man, you country gals are something! That's why
you have such big boobs too, isn't it?"
"Uh... well... yeah, I guess so!", Veronica answered, examining
her own breasts and comparing, in the corner of her eye, Sarah's."
"How do you get 'em going like that... your breasts I mean?
Without having a baby first?", asked a curious Sarah.
"I don't know except that Mama showed me how years ago when I was
a teenager. At first they didn't put out anything. Later, after
expressing everyday, my breasts started producing a little milk.
After that, it became richer and more and more plentiful, more or
less to where it is today. Mama does it too. It brings in good
money! That's all I know!"
"Interesting! Now... uh... what about your other breast?"
"I'll express it when this one's done."
"I see! Wow! Neat-o!", Sarah commented then returned to bed.



In the cool, refreshing air of extreme early morning just after
day-break, Jonathan, and ONLY Jonathan, was up, waiting for any of
the deliveries he requested to arrive. Checking on Aqua Lady,
water was okay and the under-water gal appeared to be sleeping
peacefully.

After a while, Jonathan was surprised when he saw the tall, strong
Lady of the Glass-Man, a nick-name for the owner of the town's
only glass company, WALKING in, pulling the special trailer for
carrying large sheets of glass WITH Jonathan's requested delivery
of glass on it.

The seven-foot-six, tanned, blue-eyed Lady with long blond hair
was 100 percent nude as usual. Even for Mountain Race People, she
has an unusual aversion to clothes. She never wears ANY at ALL
until FORCED to by deep winter cold. But it wasn't winter now, and
by gosh, she wasn't wearing anything now!

But her nudity is not what surprised Jonathan, everyone was used
to that. In fact, such was the beauty of her nude body, a lot of
people joked, there should be a law against someone with a body
like that wearing clothes. "It would be a shame to hide any part
of such a magnificent example of God's art as expressed through
the human female form" they said.
The fact she was on foot was the surprise; where was her pedal-
car? Jonathan also noticed her long, blond hair which hangs down
to just below her ample, pert breasts, was wet from neck-level
down.

"Hi ya Betty! Did you do this delivery all the way on foot!?"
"Of course not, silly! That damned drive is flooded in three
places and..."
"OH YEAH, YEAH! I forgot all about that! Yeah, Sarah and I had to
fight that yesterday too! So how did you manage?"
"Simple! I unhitched this trailer from my [pedal] car and pulled
it the rest of the way. Since the trailer and glass are heavy, the
trailer stays on the trail very well, even under water. One of
those flooded places was so deep, it was up to my neck. But, no
problem, just a minor inconvenience. The dip in the water felt
good, actually. Now help me hurry and unload your glass so I can
get back. There's a lot of other deliveries for me to do today."
"Sure thing!"

Jonathan and Betty unloaded huge panels of glass that were an inch
and a half thick. Jonathan could not keep his eyes off Betty's
exquisite body. Her muscles flexed attractively as she easily
handled the heavy panels of glass.

Done with the unloading, Betty began to depart, ropes over her
broad, tan shoulders pulling the empty trailer. Jonathan's eyes
traced an outline over Betty's rear view. Her nice big butt
jiggled from the flexing of strong muscles as she walked. Suddenly
she stopped, turned and said, "Tonight, Johnny, I'll let you put
your cock in all the places on my body your eyes have been, okay?
Uh, that is, if you WANT to! HAH-HAH-HAH!" Then without even
waiting for his answer, she turned away and continued walking off.

Jonathan felt a "hard one" coming on for sure. He shook his head
in an attempt to shake off his lust so he could get back to work.



But several minutes later, once again Jonathan had to fight his
lust when the Lady came pulling the trailer with the cast-aluminum
frame parts. Just like the glass-delivery-Lady had to do, the 7-
foot-4 gal with short, brunette hair pulled the trailer by hand,
on bare feet, through the three flooded places. Again, she was
naked and in addition was one of those Mountain Race women who
does not shave her pubic hair. Jonathan could not rip his eyes off
that ample bush of hair between her big, powerful legs.

Wearing only a teeny g-string himself, his lengthened penis was
just as noticeable to the brunette delivery gal as was her "bush"
to Jonathan.

She was done with her delivery. She walked up to Jonathan saying,
"Say, just one more thing..." She was so matter-of-fact, and she
did not look down at Jonathan's penis waving in the air, Jonathan
thought it was something about business... a bill, another
delivery or what ever...
She came up to him, placed her hands on his shoulders - she stood
up on tip-toes - then raised one leg toward his side as if she was
going to step up on something - "(!GASP!), OOHHH!" Jonathan
groaned as he felt a hot vagina grab and suck in his entire penis
into its wonderfully soft, soothing interior...
Their quicky sex lasted but a few minutes but it blew Jonathan's
head apart!

With Jonathan somehow ending up on the ground, his back against a
tree, he lay there, spent, with soaked, relieved penis dangling
between his legs. He watched the great looking brunette give him
a parting wink, and then pull her emptied trailer away.



Jonathan must have dozed off.

"Yo! Sleepy head! Where do ya want your tools and stuff?" boomed
a beautiful female voice.

Jonathan looked up from where he lay, back against a tree, on the
ground. Soaring over him with red hair flying in a breeze now
picking up, her sparkling green eyes pierced his. The big 7-foot-
5 gal was the Sister of one of his employees at the Aquarium
Store. Smiling, she stood gigantically with muscular legs spread.
Her lower legs had scratches from the thorn bushes that she pulled
her trailer through around the three flooded areas. Nude and
seemingly designed to be nude, there was nothing obstructing the
view of her beautiful, clean-shaven vagina and mound of vulva.
Jonathan felt his penis perk up - he noticed he himself was naked.
Where was his g-string? That brunette did something with it.

Without saying a word, the red-haired-Lady squatted to Jonathan's
level. He thought she had something to say. But she had something
to DO!

With her hands she bumped Jonathan hard, knocking him flat on his
back. The big woman was on top of him in a second, her fingers
guiding his penis up her hot, slicked up genital. A few seconds of
her hard butt-thrusting is all it took. The red-head's green eyes
winced as she screamed, unable to take the "agony" of excruciating
pleasure from orgasm.
Jonathan felt himself being pulled into intense orgasm as he
caught sight of Sarah in the corner of his eye. The red-head's
rough vagina-lips continued coursing up and down the shank of his
penis, vigorously stimulating it with their tight grip. Orgasm
plowed through him, causing convulsive-like movements and loud
hollering.

Before he was completely relieved, the big red-head did a push-
up, her arms' triceps muscles bulging, got off of Jonathan and
said to a smiling Sarah, "Johnny-boy 's got a nice cock! I got 'im
runnin' for you. Jump on him while he's hot! See ya!"

"Thanks, gal!" replied Sarah as she lowered herself over her
Jonathan, and let her hungry genital suck in his slicked up, still
rubbery-hard penis.

"Hang on Johnny, this'll take just a few seconds. Man! I've been
watching ya all morning, and golly-darn! You got me going! Best
darn masturbations I've EVER had! But I need some real meat in my
pussy just once before I can help ya build that aquarium! Now fuck
me hard!"

Sarah went hard to work pumping her aching genital up and down
Jonathan's tired penis. The vigorous stimulation from tight vagina
lips kept it hard, but it felt funny to Jonathan. However,
protesting would be useless with that sex-monster over him!
Because of Jonathan's two earlier orgasms, it took a good while
for his third. That suited Sarah JUST FINE! She used a LOT MORE
time than just a few seconds...

Some SEVERAL minutes of excruciating sex later had both Jonathan
and Sarah on their backs, panting, cooling off...



"OH! Johnny! THAT was NICE. Let me just lay here a few minutes
then we can get on that aquarium." panted out Sarah.
"Oh man! Very much unplanned, those delivery ladies. I should be
getting on the aquarium now. And I can't find my g-string."
"I saw the brunette take it! She was wearing it around her neck as
she left. Didn't you see? Boy, you were REALLY blown away!"
"Why'd SHE take it? Now I don't have anything to wear!"
"GOOD! I WANNA see ya naked. I wanna see your cock just hanging
free, ALL DAY LONG! Mmm! I can't wait!"
"But I wonder why she would take my old g-string?"
"You're kind of a big guy around here, I mean, in effects. Your
business, your name, even your effect on Mountain Lake Park's
politics. That gal will show her friends saying, 'hey! This is
Jonathan the Fish-Guy's g-string! I burned his cock and took it
from him!' and so on, she'll probably brag!"
"Oh brother!"
"Say, one thing I noticed while I was watching those three
delivery gals... and I was disappointed, by the way, that you
didn't do anything with that gorgeous blond who delivered the
glass. I was waiting for some action on that. I heard her say
something about her with you tonight... may I watch?"
"WATCH!?"
"YEAH! Like, look at the two of ya do it! OH! You with that blond
WOULD BE EXCITING!"
"Golly, Sarah! Oh, okay! Man, what a pervert!"
"It's not perverted to have fun watching a couple fuck away!"
Sarah said as she got up on her feet, "I'll watch a while, and
after she's done, then I'll jump on ya! And at that point, it
never takes much to finish me off, because I'm always just about
to spill over anyway! Hell of a good way of fore-play, I think!"

Sarah offered her hand to Jonathan. She helped him rise to his
feet.
"Well, okay!" he said, "If that's what you like! Well, let's get
that aquarium built. It shouldn't take that long."
"Oh! THAT'S what I was gonna ask! Those three delivery gals, not
a one of them noticed that Aqua Lady there!?"
"Well, I guess they were too horny to notice any of the
surroundings. They know me, the Fish-Guy, I always have SOME kind
of tank around, it seems. With that temp-tank's opaque walls, they
just probably figured there's some fish in there and didn't bother
looking. Aqua Woman 's tired from all that she went through
yesterday. She's just sleeping now, just as she slept through all
that."

Sarah and Jonathan both peered over the walls of the tank. Sure
enough, the big, voluptuous Aqua Lady slept quietly, her pretty
eyes closed.